Chapter1

  The first time I saw Yan Xi, my eyes were almost pierced.

  Before arriving in B City, the prosperity of this city was confined to the home, in the most treasured black box, accompanied by the unpredictable onset of the plum rain season. The clear and sweet female voice was exceptionally warm in the vague electric current. She often sat on a bamboo stool, fanning herself with a palm-leaf fan in front of the medicine stove, while not far away, on the wooden bed that had been set up, lay the gentle and shy In In, whose pupils were as transparent and beautiful as the glass balls she used to play with when she was young. Her eyelashes flickered as she lightly asked her

  "Sister, today's medicine isn't bitter, is it?"

  She grasped the abacus, her movements slowing down, sniffing the pungent medicinal smell in her nose, feeling uneasy in her heart, not daring to turn back, her voice was soft and hesitant "Uh...not bitter..."

  "Sister, you say it's not hard, I believe." As she looked at her clearly, a faint smile appeared on her face, and the clear eyes were full of laughter, adding a few points to her thin face.

  So she fed him the warm medicine, her eyes fixed on his lips as he drank.

  She's not good at dealing with problems she can't solve and tends to avoid them when they arise.

  Later, when she left home and was taken to another home, even saying goodbye was intuitively lightly ignored.

  From south to north, from poverty to wealth, Wen Heng refused to compromise. In a good way of speaking, it is "born with a gentle nature, content with one's circumstances", and in a bad way of speaking, it is "indifferent and selfish, cruel and ruthless".

  The townspeople couldn't understand, saying that Yun Heng had lived with the Yun family for 16 years, calling them "Dad" and "Mom" with all her heart and sincerity, without any pretence. How could she forget the kindness of her adoptive parents just because she found her biological ones?

  The daughter-in-law of the town mayor, who opened a cool tea shop, raised her eyebrows and smiled sarcastically: "Unfortunately, the Yun family has only one broken medicine stove and two open-air rooms. If this foster father lived in a government compound, let alone having a sick Bodhisattva at home, even raising a nest of big insects, you see that little girl, is she leaving or staying?"

  This is it, Ah Heng's uncle and father-in-law in B City live in the government compound, with just a stomp of their feet they can make this poor small town fall several layers deep!

  Naturally, Ah Heng couldn't hear these words. At that time, she gritted her teeth and stared blankly at the car window, afraid that if she opened her mouth, she would vomit a stormy sea and dirty this noble car!

  Dizzy and disoriented, I don't know how much time has passed. The scenery outside the window keeps flashing by in a blur. My mind is a complete blank, until it suddenly focuses on the gradually clearing neon lights, making me feel dizzy again. The sound of strong winds rushes past my ears.

  And when all was quiet, the moment she opened her eyes, the car door slowly creaked open, and slender fingers, slightly curved, carrying a hint of summer sunlight, appeared before her.

  Ah Heng admitted that at the time, she had an inexplicable expectation of those hands. Later, when thinking back, she felt that she might have been a bit too sentimental.

  "Welcome, Yun Heng." The owner of the hands was a seventeen or eighteen-year-old young man, with a tall and slender figure, deep dimples, and a bright and refreshing smile. He opened the car door with his right hand and placed his left hand on his chest in a gentlemanly manner, with an elegant demeanor that slightly touched his heart.

  "I'm Wen Siyun, Grandfather asked me to pick you up."

  Si Guang, Si Guang, Wen Heng silently recited to himself, gently lifted his head, and seriously looked into his eyes. Then, he noticed something, quietly shifted his gaze away, and again slightly disheveled, lowered his head.

  She smiled faintly, and when she blushed, she didn't mind. She waved goodbye to Grandfather's secretary with good manners and naturally took the suitcase from Wen Heng's hand.

  Ah Heng looked at Si Yun, who was carrying a suitcase, her back straight and slender, not far or near, an arm's length away. She hesitated for a moment, took a deep breath that was almost inaudible, but ultimately suppressed it in her chest.

  Yun Heng and Yun Zai are siblings, fake ones.

  Si Guang and A Heng are siblings, really.

  What is false and what is true in Ah Heng's words?

  A child from a poor and remote village, for the first time entering the city, even with an innocent nature, still has a few parts of extraordinary sharpness. She can see Si Yun's dislike, such clear rejection, all hidden in her bright eyes, making her feel embarrassed to the point of having to choose to ignore it.

  As she walked, her eyes slowly wandered around the so-called "government compound". Row after row of independent white villas stood neatly on either side of the wide and flat road, giving a clean and neat feeling, which was not as luxurious and extravagant as she had imagined.

  It happened to be a summer day, the trees were lush and dense, and there were always several villas hidden among the greenery. When Siyun walked into the stone path, she was slowly obscured by the big trees, Ahheng was still in a daze, when he came back to his senses, he couldn't see her figure anymore.

  She stood still, staring blankly at the fork in the stone road, unsure which way to go.

  Fortunately, this child is naturally gentle and warm, not impatient, and clear-headed. If she can't see her way, she will naturally return by the original road. At worst, she will always be able to meet people who can ask for directions.

  Wen Mu Xin, her grandfather's name, a middle-aged man who looked like a secretary had told her with certainty.

  At dusk, along the back of the tree, a beautiful white building is reflected on the warm side, which is a bit dazzling.

  Subconsciously, she lifted her face, originally intending to bask in the sunset, along the half-cool tree gap, but saw a window dyed golden by the sunlight.

  Years later, on a winter day, Ah Heng sat in a warm café on the streets of Paris, reading dry medical principles. He inadvertently raised his head and saw some blurry figures outside the window with their breath visible, subconsciously using his fingers to slowly wipe away the white mist, revealing the vivid reality outside the window. Smiling indulgently and feeling relieved, he was lost in pursuit of the silhouette of time in the exquisite beauty of France, often jokingly referring to this moment as "SeyBoy".

  From start to finish, Xīn was a fool who never understood that everything belonged to her secret. Even though she had already turned him from a willful, poisonous-tongued, beautiful, sharp, stubborn, weak boy into this magnificent, proud, invincible, radiant man, the words that lingered on her tongue were just one sentence - Boy, my boy.

  His boy, that day, was hiding behind the white window screen, and she saw only a vague silhouette of a person, blurry, but her eyes couldn't move away, as if being enchanted, could only stand still in an admiring posture, gazing intently at that window with a subtle and tense mood.

  That silhouette, with its right arm curved into an elegant arc, had slender and distinct fingers below the delicate curve of the bow. On his left shoulder, a small violin leaned against him, its body faintly visible. His jawline was sharp, with a hint of fatal beauty, and yet, despite being a blurry image, it was torn apart by the powerful sunlight, which brutally shattered the subtle ambiguity in her heart. In an instant, that silhouette became clearer than ever before, and she almost intrusively glimpsed its soul. Along with the movement of his arm through the air, the arc of sound was real, and though her ears had not yet received it, her eyes already stung from the overwhelming beauty that was both pure and destructive.

  In my ears, I thought I could hear the sound of the guqin, but inexplicably, there was only a piece of silence left, only the sound of my own breathing remained, slowly, as if being drowned in water, losing consciousness and unable to struggle free.

  "A Xi, how can you be so cruel to people's ears again, your pitch is off!"

  That loud shout awakened her heart and soul, she turned around in an instant, and saw Si Gwang's smile, his eyes curved with warmth and sincerity, leaving no room for anything else, a stark contrast to the disgust he had shown her before.

  When I turned around again, the figure had disappeared, leaving behind only a clear window.

  Before she could react, the window curtain was pulled open halfway. In the blink of an eye, a basin of water had been poured over Siyun's body with precision and accuracy, not a single drop wasted.

  Then, the pale hand quickly withdrew into the pink plastic basin, "Bang" sound, heavily closed the window, pulled up the curtains, like driving out a ghost, in one breath.

  He walked up to her with an irresistible and powerful attitude, sixteen years old that year, Wen Heng couldn't escape the fate's gift, and finally met Yan Xi.

  After a long time, Eve asked her with interest - "Ah Heng, be honest, did you fall in love with Yan Da at first sight?"

  "Ah Heng's lips curved, his tone was gentle, with a hint of softness - 'How is that possible?'"

  At that time, I was young and foolish, with no other thoughts in my mind. I just felt that the people of the capital city were different from others, even their posture when splashing water was particularly arrogant, particularly handsome... good-looking...